Most parents even take it one step forward into "the time flies so fast". No parent thinks that when they are exhausted day after day with colic, crib training, any cold or illness, upset stomach, eating healthy stuff, or just some good ol' baby stank attitude. Time doesn't fly. Many days are long and grinding, even the good fun ones. Parenting is amazingly tiring work. I believe we as parents say that because we are so mentally, physically, and emotionally invested into everything every day with our children that we can recall in amazing detail, like a tech nerd reciting exact Stars Wars dialogue, so many distinct and precise moments...each trip to Starbucks, walk in the park, or creepy stranger who touches his red hair. We are the Library of Congress for our child's upbringing and can pull up memories at the drop of a hat....fun memories to relax, cute and sweet memories to smile, even memories grouped into empirical data driven past results that we need for our current and future parenting decisions. "Mellow Mushroom for Dinner? Food is great but 3 of the 5 times we've gone there, G was a mess." Time doesn't really fly, just we as parents are learning, like Jedi Masters, how to master the concept of time, manipulating its hold on what can and can't be done in a day, constructing the high and lows and fast and slows of another human's routine. In the word's of Yoda, "Do or don't do. There is no try."
As Gunner approached 1 year old, he was on the brink of walking. He didn't do it by 1, it came a week later. As he approached 2, he was on the brink of real talking, not just some words here and there, but all the time, mostly understandable, even repeating and mimicking and holding dialogue. Low and behold, right after turning 2, the words started flowing. I walk into his room in the morning to a "Hey Dada" and we are off. His vocabulary has probably quadrupled in the last 3 weeks alone. It has been impressive.
And since we are 2 months into potty training and it has seemingly plateaued, we NEED this linguistic improvement to push us over the hump to where G can tell us when he needs to go the bathroom instead of us talking him every hour like clockwork to avoid accidents. We are accident free but far from able to rest easy. Like someone famous once said somewhere at some point, "What's the point of speaking if not to help children pooh in the toilet?"
Sno-Balls in March??? Yes Please....
"That number is good right??" (At 2 Years old: 96th percentile in Weight; 34 lbs.)